Friday, July 29, 2016

“Any of my local Blues
Brothers or Sister have (any) free time between 5pm-9pm this Sunday?”

The Facebook
message above, posted by local blues icon Marquise Knox, means a lot to me.
Knox, who hosted a fundraiser for the Sweet Potato Project (SPP) last year, was
asking his friends if they had time to join us this weekend for another
fundraiser. This one, co-hosted by the owners of San Loo and Red Guitar Bread,
will be this Sunday. You can find more
information here: https://www.facebook.com/events/1105590769514337/)

Knox is a true
friend who continues to offer words and deeds of support. Because of this and
more, he fits in the category of the “cool people.”

Banner from SPP's 2015 blues fundraising concert

As a journalist of
color, I’ve had the pain and pleasure of writing, discussing, debating and
working in a region that’s still very much segregated. Yet, with all our hang-ups
and divisions, there’s always been a subset of people here who rise above racial
boundaries and imaginary fear-based borders. They are quirky, tenacious, gracious
and earthy oddballs. They are white, black and “other” who subscribe to the
unpopular notion that we’re all here to do our thing without demeaning or stepping
on the backs of the less fortunate in order to claim our sliver of the American
Dream.

They’re the ones who
don’t hesitate to say “Black Lives Matter,” who build neighborhoods like the
Grove, the Ville and the Cherokee strip without the permission or largesse of
the rich and powerful. They are the politicians, spoken word and graphic artists,
musicians, bakers and coffee shop owners (I’m talkin’ ‘bout y'all, Mo, Jason and Jessie) who
open their hearts and storefronts to anyone and everyone who simply want to…well,
be.

They are the cool
people and I’m humbled to call them my friends. They are the ones who gave me needed
balance when I had my own magazine or wrote for the St. Louis Post-Dispatch. After writing something race-related, I’d receive
a barrage of negative feedback that sometimes made me question my words. The cool
people always chimed in to encourage me to keep pushing the envelope, even if
they disagreed with my positions.

After I lost my
job at the PD and found myself in dire straits a year or so later, it was
people like Tom “Papa” Ray of Vintage Vinyl who called to encourage me to “hang
in there” and even gave me a few bucks to ease whatever crisis I faced at the
time. Papa Ray is but one of many who’ve been there to support whatever
endeavor I was attempting over the years.

Tom "Papa" Ray

The youth we serve
are the primary reason I keep trying to push the Sweet Potato Project boulder
up, what at times, seems like a tumultuous hill. The secondary reason is that
so many cool people believe in and support our mission to educate and empower
youth while working to seed food-based economic opportunity in North St. Louis.
How can I say “No, I can’t…” when so many down-to-earth, benevolent people who
volunteer, donate, mentor or buy our products say, “Yes, you can?”

I’m always in awe
of circumstances that, at first, seem tragic but wind up placing me on pathways
to my perceived purpose. If I hadn’t been fired from the PD, I would have never
started SPP. A year after losing that job, my wife and I broke up. I forget how
(and I’m sorta embarrassed to admit this) but I started singing sad “break up”
songs at karaoke bars. I’ve since developed a more diverse repertoire and I’m now
a certified slut of the local karaoke scene. Singing, dancing and listening to
good, live music, mostly blues, is the only release for this old, suave hipster.

I’m mentioning
this because I’ve been exposed to a whole subset of really cool singers and
performers here in St. Louis. Karaoke people, for the most part, are extroverts
who sing because they love music and life itself. They, like me, are
hard-working, passionate, creative people who happen to let their hair down
through song. For me, music has been the bridge to real conversations with local
musicians, performers, singers and otherwise “cool people.”

Attorney Sarah
Tupper sings mean versions of songs by Patsy Kline, Ray Charles and other bygone
era singers. We became fast friends through karaoke. Most of Sarah’s clan has
adopted me and SPP as well. The family firm has given us pro bono services and
her partner, Alex, is co-hosting Sunday’s fundraiser. Alex Carlson is a member
of the local group Trigger 5 and owner of Red Guitar Bread on Cherokee next to
the San Loo Bar. Last year, he met with our youth, talked with them about entrepreneurism
while letting them sample fresh bread and pizzas. Sarah, Alex and his parents,
Frank and Nancy, have been to every fundraiser we’ve held and have been above-board
supportive.

Alex Carlson of Red Guitar Bread and Trigger 5

I absolutely love
BB’s Jazz & Soups where Knox hosted the fundraiser for us last year. Another favorite blues place is Beale on Broadway across the street. That’s where I met another local blues aficionado,
Jeremiah Johnson. One evening we were outside talking about our upbringings in
St. Louis. Johnson told me about his humble beginnings and the issues of “race”
that he grapples with on a constant basis. He knew about SPP and vowed to lend
his support when he could. This Sunday, he’s making good on that promise by
joining musicians for our event.

Jeremiah Johnson will perform at SPP's fundraiser this Sunday

I enjoy our fundraisers because I get to meet and converse with the cool people of St. Louis. This was true with the one hosted earlier this year by Dave Golliday, a retired cop and owner of Golliday’s bar and Grill on Chippewa. It also relates to the event we held in June at the Royale, hosted by local foodie Brian DeSmet and the owner, Steven Fitzpatrick Smith. The event was attended by long-time friends, followers and grass root folk who simply want the best for our region.

Photos from the June 21, 2016 fundraiser at the Royale

I’ve said that SPP is the most rewarding yet
challenging thing I’ve ever tried to do in my lifetime. I’m working with some good
people trying to figure out ways to increase funding from traditional and
private sector sources. What’s gratifying for me, though, is that we’ve made it thus far
and have touched the lives of many, many young people because of the contributions of myriads of wonderful local people.

So, come on out and join us
this Sunday. I’m jazzed about the musicians who will show up for the
impromptu jam session. I’m geeked about our friends meeting some of our students,
hearing their stories and trying out their delicious sweet potato cookies. Most
of all I’m looking forward to another great gathering with some of the coolest
people of St. Louis.

What: The Sweet
Potato Project Fundraiser

When: Sunday, July 31st
5-9pm

Where: San Loo / 3211
Cherokee St / St. Louis, MO 63118

Hosted by: San Loo, Red Guitar Bread and Earthbound Beer

$2 cover / Local musicians
/ Snacks / Sweet Potato Cookies

For more information contact Sylvester Brown at 314-341-4071 or sylvesterbj@gmail.com

Sunday, July 24, 2016

I’m in the process of
writing a book based on my five years of experience working with the youth of the Sweet Potato Project. The tentative title is “When we
Listen.” The book, which will be used as a fundraiser, is based on the one-on-one
access I have to the worldview of young African Americans. I have admirably
watched how they navigate a world that routinely demeans, dismisses and denies them
based primarily on the color of their skin. The words the students
have shared with me and the situations I’ve observed will serve to accentuate the
need to invest and protect this endangered demographic.

You see, our youth did
not create the environments that feed dysfunction in their lives. They had
nothing to do with the abandonment of their neighborhoods or the disinvestment in
their public schools. It’s not their fault that they were born into a system
that finds it easier to incarcerate them rather than nurture them. If we are to
be honest, we will admit that black youth are summarily locked out of opportunity,
disproportionately locked up and prematurely labeled as criminals based on stereotypical perceptions
rather than facts.

Take
for example the recent online petition to label Black Lives Matter a “terrorist group.”
Reportedly 140,000 people signed this appeal that was sent to the White House.
Never mind that American-made groups like the Klu Klux Klan and its various hybrids
have never been labeled “terrorist” even though they are. According to a study by the New America
Foundation, radical white supremacists groups arethe biggest terror threatin the United States. Yet, Donald Trump and
his supporters stoke the embers of white angst by labeling black demonstrators
Public Enemy #1.

In order to drive home the message
of out-of-control, lawless black youth, the GOP Convention launched a
propaganda campaign suspiciously based on the ambushing of police officers in Dallas
and Baton Rouge. Instead of listening and responding appropriately to our young
people, many choose to criminalize those who are publicly crying out for
justice, accountability and that police simply stop killing unarmed
black people.

As Vox Media
accurately noted, there is a troubling fervor, shared
by “a deep swath of the American
population…that it is important to declare that the lives of police officers
matter but to declare the lives of African-Americans those officers stop
matter is an unacceptably radical and potentially terroristic act.”

"...it is important to declare that the lives of police officers matter but to declare the lives of African-Americans those officers stop matter is an unacceptably radical and potentially terroristic act.”

However,
it’s easy to point fingers at extreme examples of racial stereotyping. What’s
harder to accept is our overall complicity in the defamation and degradation of
black youth. It irks me that every time a black youth commits a horrific,
violent crime, many black adults will publicly damn all black youth or their parents
or hip-hop music or the so-called “culture of violence.” We participate in the blame game
without even acknowledging that we helped design the game board. Older
African Americans are the ones who failed to provide educational solutions, economic
opportunities or alternate systems designed to clog the nefarious
preschool-to-prison pipeline.

What’s harder to accept is our overall complicity in the defamation and degradation of black youth.

The
BLM movement was birthed right here in 2014 during protests that followed the
police shooting of Michael Brown, Jr. The shooting led to dozens of articles,
commentaries and studies outlining the economic, health, criminal justice and
social disparities in our region that help fuel negative interactions with police. All this
information underscored the feelings of youth who live hellish lives of
generational poverty, social and governmental neglect, police oppression and
greedy municipalities that have fed off their vulnerabilities for decades.

I
wasn’t surprised when young people in Ferguson came out in droves to speak out against police brutality. Why? Because a year earlier, I watched and listened
to my students describe their hurt and sense of betrayal to the “not guilty”
verdict handed down in the George Zimmerman case. The indignity they stressed
as young people who travel unknown neighborhoods, who eat Skittles and drink
Arizona Ice Tea was palpable as they realized their lives really don’t matter.
So, when the body of Mike Brown lay in the street for hours; when police showed
up with automatic weapons and slathering German Sheppards and later with tanks,
teargas and rubber bullets, I instinctively knew “something” was about to pop
off.

It
stays with me that a year after Mike Brown’s death; after reams of documented
disparities contained in the DOJ,
Ferguson Report and Wash U’s “For the Sake of All”
damning study and after all the promises to “do better”…the biggest news item
of the region was an effort to use tax-payer money to build a billion-dollar
football stadium in downtown St. Louis. It was as if the powers-that-be, with
complete compliance of many local politicians, flipped the proverbial bird to our
youth and went about business as usual.

It’s
hard to point fingers at far right extremists when left-leaning politicians in
the region flat out ignore the conditions and concerns of young, black youth. It’s
hard to scream “racism” when black politicians sign off on initiatives and
efforts that primarily benefit already rich, white developers.

According to the
East West Gateway Council of Governments, St. Louis is the sixth most
segregated city in the United States amongst its peer cities in terms of education, health, labor
market and wealth.

"...after all the promises to 'do better'…the biggest news item of the region was an effort to use tax-payer money to build a billion-dollar football stadium in downtown St. Louis.

Politicians, especially black
politicians and leaders, can’t pretend they’re unaware of the disproportionate
ills that their constituents endure daily. Recently, Michael P. McMillan,
president & chief executive officer of the Urban League of Metropolitan St.
Louis wrote an editorial about some of these inequities. At the time of Michael Brown’s killing,
McMillan wrote, black unemployment in Missouri “was 15.7 percent in the
fall of 2014 – triple the state’s 4.5 percent white unemployment rate at the
time.”

Last year, the St. Louis Post-Dispatch
issued an editorial that should have been a clarion call for collective action
when it wrote: “To be black in the St.
Louis region means that you are more than three times as likely as your white
neighbors to live in poverty, to be unemployed, to have less education, to die
earlier and to see your child die in infancy.”

There is a rabid sense of endangerment
for black youth even if they survive infancy. They live in areas where bullets
fly on their way to school. The color of their clothing in certain
neighborhoods can result in death. Not only do they have to worry about being
shot by the “bad guys,” they live with the reality of nervous cops with fingers
on triggers of guns aimed at stereotypes.

A group of elders talking with some of our students

Yet,
through all these obstacles our young people manage to maintain, to
navigate, to challenge our injustices, dream big dreams and try to make
the best out of what a selfish, segregated society provides.

Now
some will read this and interpret it as an excuse for the behavior of violent youth.
It’s not. In reality, we may have lost a whole generation of youth who have turned
to crime as a means for survival or just a way of life. The point I'm trying to stress
is that, unless we find a way to change their environments and nurture their inherent
genius and survival skills, we will have more crime, more deaths and more black
youth herded into our nation’s already over-populated juvenile detention centers and adult prisons.

Yet, through all these obstacles our young people manage to maintain, to navigate, to challenge our injustices, dream big dreams and try to make the best out of what a selfish society provides.

A few of the young men who have participated in the Sweet Potato Project

I’ve
learned that, if we listen, young people will tell us about the inequities they
face and their thoughts on fixing them. The solutions may not be perfect but,
if we care, we’ll attempt to address those concerns no matter how inconvenient they seem to be or how uncomfortable they make us feel.

I often wonder if people who support the petition or callously stereotype black youth have any black people in their lives. Thankfully, there are thousands who do. You've seen them protesting with BLM or speaking out against injustices designed to imprison or disenfranchise black youth.

I often wonder if people who supported the online petition or callously stereotype black youth have any black people in their lives. Thankfully, there are thousands who do.

Because
I have been placed in a position where I can actually hear our youth, I’m
immune to the propaganda. I don’t see young people calling for the death of
police officers; I see them courageously reacting to senseless deaths enacted
by the “bad cops” of a broken criminal justice system. I don’t see a generation of thugs and drug
dealers; I see young people without direction, opportunities and resources surviving alone in a cold, materialistic world.

What
promises may come if we encouraged them to use their energy, creativity and
naïve optimism to change their worlds? What gifts will a nation receive if it shifted
its priorities from criminalizing and denying a whole generation of young people
to empowering them to make great change?

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About Me

Born and raised in St. Louis. In 1987 started Take Five Magazine, a pro-active, community-based, investigative publication. Operated for 15 years. Hired as Metro columnist with the St. Louis Post Dispatch in 2002. Brought Bill Cosby to town, debated Bill O'Reilly and wrote a column that saved a baby's life. After leaving the Post-Dispatch in 2009, started working with SmileyBooks as a consultant and writing contributor. Founded When We Dream Together, a nonprofit dedicated to revitalizing urban communities in 2011. In 2012, began "The Sweet Potato Project," a summer program aimed at teaching "at-risk" youth entrepreneurial skills. Students planted sweet potatoes that they turned into a viable, marketable product-a sweet potato cookie. Currently running both nonprofits, working as a freelance writer and consultant and about to enter the self-publishing arena.

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